Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Associates to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.